"I had cast my lot with a Soldier, and where he was was home to me." ~ Martha Summerhayes

27 August 2012

Bolaven: Much Ado About a Little Somethin' (with Typhotos)

...Followed By a Chance of Somethin' More

It's Sunday night here and Bolaven is officially past us, but we're still dealing with some decent windy rain. It hit a lot of news sites, which is really unusual, but even by the time CNN et al were putting out info, it was clear that it wasn't the monster it was predicted to be. I am sure it was no longer a Cat 4 equivalent by the time it went over us, but I'm too lazy to research it--I think some reports said maximum sustained winds of 104, which is only a 2. Part of me wonders if all of the storm hype around here is just to keep young idiot servicemembers out of the ocean, where they would be attempting to surf the rare waves and just end up getting shishkabobbed on the coral. There was quite a bit of Facebook scoffing at Bolaven on Sunday during the day (when all activities were cancelled), but around bedtime of course things started getting quite howly outside. Eva slept like a champ though and, for once, so did I.

Right about the time when the wind started to die down today, the rain picked up. So we'll have to put off our beachcombing until tomorrow. In between those, we went outside and Eva was "sad about the wind".

And tonight we briefly had a tornado advisory, so a 1-10% chance of one forming. It was terribly exciting (for this coastal girl) for about 5 minutes until I realized that the window had passed and it was over.

Friends on base, of course, had to deal with leaky walls, leaky windows, 12-hour power outages, massive amounts of insects coming in through cracked walls for refuge inside, etc. This is what happens when the government runs your housing.

The worst things we had to deal with were a skosh of water coming in the kitchen door, trying to convince Mad Max to go potty outside (He may have held it for 24 hours, I'm not sure, but he did NOT go inside! I'm so proud of him.), and a significantly stir-crazy 3-year-old.

(And yeah. I rounded my collage corners but not my regular photo corners. Have fun being bothered by that!)

These crazies.

Despite the usual double-whammy of a nighttime typhoon striking on the weekend (I hope to ask God His reasons for those one day), the Pater Familias did get the day off. A cozy Tyholiday.